Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Burundi and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Joensuu 1685 to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All Bobbi Humphrey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Intrusion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gories record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Teasers,
cv313,
Marcia Griffiths,
Crispy Ambulance,
Wasted Youth,
The Wake,
Excepter,
Altered Images,
Average White Band,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Litter,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Eden Ahbez,
Magma,
Zapp,
Simply Red,
Pole,
The Victims,
Subhumans,
Brothers Johnson,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Man Parrish,
The Saints,
Public Image Ltd.,
Los Fastidios,
David Axelrod,
Echospace,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Dave Gahan,
Pylon,
Lou Reed,
The Mummies,
Gichy Dan,
The Blues Magoos,
Bluetip,
Swans,
Ornette Coleman,
Fat Boys,
Cheater Slicks,
Little Man,
CMW,
Vladislav Delay,
Masters at Work,
PIL,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Public Enemy,
Stiv Bators,
Iggy Pop,
Mars,
China Crisis,
The Grass Roots,
Gang Gang Dance,
Robert Görl,
Joe Finger,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Unwound,
Funkadelic,
Barrington Levy,
Colin Newman,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lee Hazlewood,
Wolf Eyes,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.